Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 425 - 441: The Late Menstruation (3)

Chapter 425: Chapter 441: The Late Menstruation (3)

"Sir, your mobile phone..." A kind passerby picked up Percy Stanton’s phone and handed it to him, but Percy stood there like a wooden statue, showing no reaction.

"Sir...Sir..." The passerby called out several times, but when Percy didn’t respond, he raised his hand and gently pushed Percy, who finally came to his senses, looking at the passerby with a pale, somewhat frightening face.

The passerby handed Percy his phone: "Your mobile phone."

Percy took it, wanting to say thank you, but his throat felt like someone was strangling him, and he couldn’t make a sound. In the end, he could only nod, take the phone, and then walk away in a daze.

He was handsome and tall, always standing out wherever he went, but at this very moment, he was so sad that his steps were faltering.

He walked to his car, opened the door, got in, and quickly closed the door, isolating himself from the outside chaos. Suddenly, leaning back in his seat, he seemed to shed all pretense, clutching at his heart, feeling the unending pain from seeing the text message, and thinking to himself... it serves you right, Percy, it hurts so much.. Who let you leave? Who let you leave?

As he thought about this, his eyes began to redden. He raised his hand to shield his eyes, constantly reminding himself that he was a man, and men don’t shed tears easily. However, his attempt to hold back the tears only made his eyes hurt more, and in the end, tear after tear fell uncontrollably, landing harshly on his clothes, blooming like small flowers.

Who said that tears are colorless blood?

At this very moment, he was truly bleeding... all over his body, everywhere was bleeding...

Even though his body was unscathed, he knew that he was badly wounded, his skin marred.

How could he have left her...

How could he have left her...

How could he have left her...

Didn’t he know that she has always been alone, and that when he left her, there was no one left by her side to truly care for her?

Percy thought about this, and his tears fell harder. Even though he knew he was in the car and no one could see him, he still covered his eyes, tears seeping through his fingers.

"Isabel... you still have me..."

When did he say these words to her, and he clearly said them, so why couldn’t he keep his promise?

"Percy... how could you leave her?" He kept asking himself this question, and in the end, his shoulders started to shake, and he began sobbing uncontrollably.

How much pain must a man be in to cry like this?

Percy didn’t know; all he knew is that he was hurting. Hurting for the child he had just learned about but already lost, hurting for the woman who couldn’t keep the child he fathered, hurting for Isabel Smith, who had been desperately searching for him as her last lifeline...

Percy’s hand slowly fell from his eyes, and more tears rolled down. He heard the sound of his own choked voice, the muffled words coming out: "Percy, you shouldn’t have left her..."

You really shouldn’t have left Bellshire or left her. You knew very well that you couldn’t bear to be apart from her.

He loved Isabel so much, waiting for her in Bellshire City for six years, without any complaints or regrets. But how could he have betrayed his promise to Isabel?

...

Percy sat in the car from morning until afternoon, maintaining the same position without moving at all.

During this time, his phone rang countless times, but he had no mood to answer it, and he didn’t even want to see who was calling.